I take hundreds of photos every month, and most of them don’t get shared with anyone, let alone online. And yet the moments in time that those photos capture are just as important a part of our story as the other images that I do choose to share.
I created this blog as a way of documenting our lives, a way of watching the girls grow into who they’re going to be and a way of remembering who they once were. It’s something I want them to be able to look back on as they get older, because memories fade but (digital) photographs don’t.
It’s easy (and tempting) to only focus on sharing the fun bits, the memorable parts, the highlights and the celebrations. But I’m learning more and more as I continue through this crazy journey of motherhood that it’s really important to me that I capture the ordinary, everyday times that we spend together as well. The bits of the jigsaw that fill in the gaps to complete the picture. The tantalising glimpses into who our girls are becoming.
The chaos, the calm and all the moments in between.
This monthly feature – The Moments In Between – is a space for me to share all of those magical bits that would otherwise just stay in a folder on my laptop, never to see the light of day.
As every month this year seems to be doing, September disappeared in a blur of going back to school, high school open evenings and sports events. A lot of my headspace was taken up with preparing for my solo trip to Colorado and as a consequence, we didn’t really have many adventures and I felt like I didn’t really pick up my camera very much. It’s felt a little strange – September is normally my favourite month but this time I just couldn’t seem to find my rhythm and I got frustrated with myself for that. Silly really, but I try and keep things honest and real here and it’s been a genuinely tricky few weeks for all of us.
As always, when I came to write this post I worried about whether I’d have enough photos, and I didn’t know what I’d have to say as I haven’t felt very ‘present’ recently, my head always seeming to be somewhere else and mentally going over lists of things I’ve needed to do. And as usual my worries were unfounded because of course there are enough images and each and every one of them is part of what makes us who we are. Each and every one of them tells part of our story.
This is us.